Loathsome Slug

i saw you on TV
at one of your rallies way down south
incoherent nonsense
pouring out your mouth
but the people screamed and cheered
at every mindless thing you said
wish i could pull the covers up over me
and just stay here in bed

cause it's hard to admit sometimes
your fellow countrymen could be so wrong
believing this two bit hustler
singing his two bit song
swallowing all those obvious lies
they must be on some kind of drug
to wanna go cast their vote
for this loathsome slug

you don't need to be a psychiatrist
to know this man is sick
you've heard him talkin' 'bout
   where to grab women
and about the size of his dick
the man can't hardly put a sentence together
it's like his brain is a fog
i got a better candidate in my back yard
you'd be better off to vote for my dog

ah but it's hard to admit sometimes . . .

now if you're a white supremacist
i can see where he'd appeal to you
but even then, your man is such a clown
can't you see how he's gaming you
though born with a silver spoon in his mouth
he brags about his mountain of money
if the whole thing weren't so horribly real
it would actually be quite funny

ah but it's hard to admit sometimes . . .


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